Deep in his underground lair, he spent his days subverting numbers.

Soon, all math was impenetrable!

Finally, a giant yak, from the same yak family your mother grew up with-you remember your mom lived with a yak family for a while?-showed him the statue of liberty, and the spell was broken.

[[BoxJam is walking away from Little BoxJam's bed, whose head is spinning]]

Ms. BoxJam: Your bedtime story privileges are hereby REVOKED.